The one where she steps into her calling
Recounting the unfolding of my vocation
IN ALL HONESTY | AT A GLANCE
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a featured story on finding my path
a somatic invitation to explore what a full body “yes” feels like for you
a writing prompt to reflect on what calls to you
a few favorites I’ve been loving lately
a space to deepen the conversation in community comments
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What writing In All Honesty is all about
The more I write, the more I understand why I write. And since launching this column on May 5th, 2023, I’ve watched my focus sharpen, my mission become more clear. So, it feels like a a good time to reintroduce what writing (and reading) In All Honesty is all about!
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I put my feet in the soil the first time I felt it. Gave that electric charge right back to the Earth. A sense of recognition was pulsing through my veins, and all of a sudden, the call became clear.
A local non-profit wanted to know why the maternal mortality rate in my area was so high, why so many Black mothers were quite literally dying to give birth. So, they invited us to gather. Treated us to lunch, offered free childcare and paid for the treasure of our stories.
We were welcomed in by The Doula with a heart for supporting women throughout their perinatal journeys. She was curious and compassionate about our unique experiences. She wanted to know what we believed was missing so that she could direct the creation of a Doula program that could fill those gaps.
"Nobody told me,” someone would say after recounting the ways she was still grappling with the emergency c-section she was pressured into 8 years ago.
“Nobody told me,” someone would say after recalling the way she wasn’t prepared for the emotional upheaval of becoming a mother.
Tales both brutal and beautiful. Vulnerable and strong. And soon, I remembered the way that “nobody told me” used to scrape through my mind as I fumbled my way through my the early postpartum phase with my first son.
There I was: just 4 months postpartum with my second son, still fresh from the astral plane and tender in all the right places. Every share re-ignited the once burning passion I had for having honest conversations about motherhood. Every share re-ignited the essence that had lain dormant for years within me. By the time I got up to leave, I could sense that I was on the right path, my path…
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